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Heavy he lay
as a concussed angel
the weight of a future was weighing us down.
Each thought, once assembled,
would crumble like clay
as we made for the wildness of the northern mountains.
And we'd always said
that true love should be mindless
where the mushrooms decide to grow
we can't control.
When I taste your tongue
I want to know the deep scent of your gut
not just your heart but your blood
and we'll raise our mug of wine beneath pine trees
as I remember who's dying for me.
So sorry lamb I did not mean to kill ya
I just need your fleece to survive the cold winter.
And under the birch grown the amanita
Like blood on the sleet
or gifts under the tree.
So take this tea
I want to leave my footprints in your dreams
I want to follow the tracks of reindeer
until they disappear.
And who's that man
his face etched in the back of my hand
the big bellied shaman
I hear him hum
whenever I come
and it helps me get born again.
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Eyes as bright as blue corn
Don’t know why I was born
Don’t know why I was born
The flame, the realisation
The shadow is the form
Don’t know why I was born
So on we go now
Catching silk, translucent strings
Between God and the words of this song
But how the magpie bird
Treated me after the storm
It was pure god and there was nothing to interpret
Eyes as bright as blue corn
Don’t know why I was born
Don’t know why I was born
The scene plays over once more
Mum in a public hospital
So joyed that I was born
You’ve followed me home
So I thought that you should know
That I’m wild, like a landscape, when I cry
Let it remain unnamed
The sadness that swells with the rain
But then a comet appears
If you don’t look away
Baby don’t look away
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Virginia Sook - Frederic
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Frederic I know how it feels
So low, so low
Frederic I wept at home
So alone, so alone
Maybe it was something about those almond eyes
Maybe I’ve finally learnt that time takes all
I put my eye up to the keyhole
And saw a life that I could have known
But don’t get me wrong – I’m glad I know where you’re coming from.
And on those late-night promenades we sang, we drank
Once were stranded sailors
But I’m making peace with borders
Cause there ain’t no room for believers in this tight, sealed foam cup
We ran with our convictions but real like caught up
Maybe it was something about those almond eyes
But for once I felt good inside.
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ruined smile records Brisbane, Australia
DIY label based in Brisbane, Australia via London, UK.
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